Your Highness, Am I Beautiful?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
For a moment, the entire venue was silent. Only Su Baohua's laughter kept echoing in the air.
"Play it quickly!" Su Baohua seemed to have not had enough fun waving her wig. She turned to look at the stunned musicians and roared fiercely.
It would have been better if Su Baohua had not looked over. When she turned her head, a light reflected from her shiny forehead, almost blinding the musicians. They were so frightened that they quickly started playing.
Shen Yaowei smiled and continued to fiddle with the small puppet with her fair fingers.
Under everyone's shocked gazes, Su Baohua twisted her body with a shy expression. She wrapped her wig around her chest and raised her arms. Her upper body was like a wave that kept shaking out layers of flesh. She glanced around and her eyes locked onto Huo Zhao, who was sitting on the third floor.
Huo Zhao's expression turned cold and he subconsciously shrank back.